Adjusting the heavy Credit Guild cloak to settle more comfortably atop her shoulders, Severine eyed her companions thoughtfully as they pass through the PDF security checkpoint. There was a tension in her shoulders as she was waved through, before settling into the foul rail-car with a small sigh. The teeming mass of humanity was not all together pleasant. Oh, how she missed the solitude and confines of her cloistered librarium.

”My..research has indicated that the Underhive has quite the assorted collection of mutants, so I would advise being on guard. The office of the Planetary-Governor claims otherwise, but that means little. The gangs will be a problem, but not our only one.” Severine said softly, gloved hands clasped nervously in her lap. Despite the somewhat claustrophobic confines of the Hive, it was not the same as her home and she was distinctly uncomfortable.

”We have credentials as officers of the Credit Guild. Perhaps we simply indicate we are investigating the possibility of large sums of throne gelt traveling through the Underhive. It is not entirely deceitful, either, since the cold-trade is often profitable.”